Gemotions

The workshop was a mess. Tools scattered everywhere, wood shavings piled high. Daniel ran a hand through his hair, leaving sawdust in its wake. He felt a deep sense of frustration. The craft, once a source of satisfaction, had become a burdensome chore. The projects he was working on felt stale, uninspired, the same repetition day in and day out.

He leaned against his work table, grabbing his phone. He scrolled through various design blogs, attempting to find inspiration. His thumb stopped on an online store. The new furniture collection looked familiar. The style, the design, the details… it was his father’s, “Old Man’s Oak Collection.” His father's original work was being sold under a new name. His chest tightened. He sat, staring at his hands.